First, meet Fabrizio. Actually, you two go way back, seeing as how he used to work the door at the Florida
Room and a plethora of South Beach clubs back in the day. His job: to lead you through the restaurant’s
kitchen and into the inner sanctum of Kobe sliders and shrimp cocktails.

There lurks a yacht-like lair outfitted in wood paneling, curved banquettes and giant black-and-white
vintage photographs of Miami. It’s the kind of chivalry-is-not-dead type of place that you’ll reserve
for a date who’s into charbroiled, 22-ounce rib eyes and dry martinis. (Upping your date’s iron count:
always a good thing.)

Which brings us to the name—it’s a Casino Royale reference to Bond’s favorite style of
martini.